guest blogger ebby scrooge here
with a bah humbug commentary.
my bona fides include having walked through
the main floor of Macy's Herald Square
being, as i am,
a speck of dust
near a ball bearing
on a cog
in a gear
that turns the aging machinery
that is media
i'd like to take the occasion
of this arbitrarily exalted day
to apologize in advance.
for the heartwarming stories to which you will,
henceforth and for two fortnights, be subjected.
for the endless instructions on wrapping gifts,
cooking turkey and determining which overpriced
merchandise is appropriate for which relative.
for the adorable photos of animals and children
in Santa and/or elf costumes.
for inevitable coverage of the hyperilluminated houses
of people whose desire for attention
is exceeded only by the octomom.
for the hackneyed ledes which will involve
halls (decked), bells (jingling) and ho ho hos,
and for the overworked headlines
which will invoke nights silent.
for the lists of celebrity resolutions
real and imagined my most sincere apologies.
have a good holiday,
and hold on tight -
there's a new decade